"Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger, This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."

The chalk scraped against the blackboard, but Brock wasn't listening to the lesson. He was admiring the curves of Helena's back, the way her tailored waist skirt struggled gloriously to contain the generous swell of that ass. Her voice was a mere background hum to accompany the grace of her shifting hips… He was tracing that line with his tongue.

"So, can anyone tell me why Romeo. In his despair, chooses the potion?”

Ms. Helena is a potion, I wonder what she smells like. No, tastes like after a workout. Mmmmmm 

A warm, familiar breath tickled his ear from the seat next to him. "Wake up, sweetie," a whispered voice that belonged anywhere else but a lecture hall.

“How about you, Brock? Do you have anything other than my scent?”

His eyes jolted, his mind went blank. Brock opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked around the class for an answer, only to see his mom sitting next to him, her eyes full of warm amusement. "Mom? What are you doing in my class?" And damn! Does dad know about this schoolgirl uniform?! Lucky bastard!

Mom just giggled and leaned closer. "Of course he doesn't know, silly-boy. Now wake up, Brocky."

The room dissolves. A gigantic pair of breasts cast a shadow over the classroom. 

CRASHHH!

A ruler smashes down, destroying his desk. “Brock Daniels–” Ms. Helena roared, looming over the class. 

WAKE UP!

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Brock's eyes cracked open. The first thing he felt was a shocking, biting cold of his comforter's absence on his groins, and the heavy, pinning weight of a body directly on his rock-hard morning wood. A low, guttural growl vibrated through his shaft and down to his balls. He blinked, the contest of Ms. Helena vs mother in schoolgirl uniform faded like smoke. Dammmn… A blurry shape loomed above him. 

The growl came again, a wet, hungry sound that was anything but… Human. Mmmmmmm… Mom, is that you? A woman was standing over him, she had a beautiful drooling smile with a slack jaw open. Smooth green skin covered in scars. And the most delightful scent of lavender and rotten meat… Opaque white eyes? Brock’s vision sharpened, and his blood turned cold. It was mom. wearing the tattered, blood-stained silk nightgown he'd last photographed her in.

ZOMBIE! MOM'S A FREAKING ZOMBIE!

He screamed. His arms shot up, palms flat against her shoulders, shoving with all his might. But, it was useless. She was an immovable body of dead weight, her strength was horrifying. As she snarled and pushed down, her face descending toward his throat, her body shifted. The torn neckline of her nightgown gaped, and her massive, heavy breasts swung free, spilling across his chest. A jolt, electric and wrong, shot through him. The weight was immense, a terrifying pressure that stole his breath, but it was a pressure he had fantasized about for years. 

Dammit. I dreamed about this moment so differently. 

He felt the pebbled texture of her cold nipple drag across his skin, and a sick thrill cut through his panic. In his fantasies, her flesh was warm, alive. This was a perversion of that dream, it was better. The sheer weight of her, the object of a thousand secret jerk-off sessions, was now the thing threatening to crush him. His cock throbbed in ecstasy. 

But something was in the way.

As she forced her body down, her stomach pressed against the rigid, fleshy barricade of his own cock. It was the only thing holding her back. Her dead, unyielding flesh was no match for the sheer, unyielding length of his big-cock. She grunted in frustration, a mindless beast confused by the obstacle between her and her meal. She couldn't get close enough to bite. She couldn't shift her weight to get past it. His erection was the only thing keeping him alive.

He was losing. Her strength was overwhelming, her weight and the suffocating softness of her breasts slowly pushing the air from his lungs. And then, just as her cold breath ghosted across his face, the fight drained out of him. The world without her... what was the point? He stopped struggling, his arms falling limp at his sides. He looked into the hungry growling face of the woman he loved.

"Mom," he whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek. With a ragged breath, he spoke. "Mom, I love you. Not just... not just like a son. I love your cooking. I love your hugs. I love your smile. And I... I love your massive boobs. Your humongous butt. Watching your hips when you walk. Your feet, and the way you paint your toenails. God, I love the smell of your dirty panties too..." His voice cracked in his throat. "A world without you... Is not a world worth living!"

He closed his eyes, a final, broken smile on his face. "So just do it, eat me, or whatever. I love you Brenda..."

But his mother, the zombie, didn't bite. With a frustrated snarl, she shifted her weight, trying to lunge past the fleshy barricade pinning her to his chest. Her body slid up, and Brock felt the slick tip of his cock drag down the soft plane of her stomach. She grunted, a mindless beast and pushed up one last time to get at his face. 

It was the opening she needed. The opening his big-dick needed.

SQUELCH

Her body came crashing down. But her teeth never found his throat. There was a wet, tight, impossible heat engulfing his cock. A sound ripped from her throat, not a growl, but a long, shuddering moan. An identical sound, a virgin's gasp of shock and pleasure, tore from Brock's lips.

His eyes squeezed shut, bracing for the end. But this... this wasn't death. A wave of warmth, more intense than anything he'd ever felt, on his cock. Is this what dying feels like? he thought, his mind reeling. Shit, why did nobody ever tell me this? Or is it just the feeling of getting eaten up by your own mother? It kinda feels like... Jerking-off… But better…

His zombie mom was a beast of conflicting instincts. Her target was denied, replaced by a new, more potent sensation. As she moved, something was changing. A searing heat bloomed from his cock, a life-giving fire that was forcing its way into her dead core. Her movements, initially jerky and mechanical, became more fluid, more purposeful. She was no longer just trying to escape; she was trying to consume. He heard her breathing change from the guttural growls to something resembling human gasps as she began to ride him in earnest. Her massive ass slammed down, taking every inch of his monstrous cock until, with a wet, percussive thump, the head speared through the tight barrier of her cervix and sank deep into the waiting channel of her womb. 

PLAP-PLOP-PLAP

Her dead limbs trembled not with weakness but with reawakening nerves. With each downward plunge, he felt her internal muscles clench around him, not with zombie strength but with a desperate, involuntary human response. Her humongous ass, a thing he had only ever dreamed of, rose and fell with increasing rhythm, the flesh becoming warmer, softer, more alive with each wet slap against his thighs. The frame groaned in protest with every punishing impact. 

SHLAP-PLOP-SHLAP

A jolt of electric pleasure shot through Brock. Mmmmmm Yeahhh Mooommmm

The zombie instinct flickered. The hunger was a dull thrum, drowned out by a new directive. The slick fluid leaking from the boy inside her was rewriting her impulses. Eat... her brain moaned. ...FUCK... her body answered. She was riding him, a desperate pursuit of the feeling his big cock forced into her.  

THWAPPP-SQUEEELCH 

Brock's eyes were still shut, his hands gripping her thick thighs. He was instinctively thrusting his hips up to meet hers, matching the rhythm as she dropped her wide hips down his huge cock. He wasn't thinking, he was just feeling. The wet heat, the rhythmic pressure, the sounds she was making. It was the most exhilarating moment of his life. He could feel something building deep inside him, a pressure he'd coaxed out himself countless times, but this was a tidal wave. With a final, soul-crushing downward thrust of her huge ass, the pressure burst. 

Uwaaah! “Mom!" he cried out, his eyes flying open for a second as he blew his load deep inside his mother's convulsing pussy.

She collapsed beside him, her entire body going rigid, then limp. A long, shuddering sigh escaped her lips, ghosting across his cheek before... silence. Brock, panting and covered in sweat, lay there, a blissful, stupid smile on his face. He had died. I think? And it was amazing.

Brock's eyes fluttered open. He wasn't dead. A familiar ceiling of glowing star stickers he'd put up as a kid was still there. He turned his head, and his breath caught. His mom was lying beside him, not a monster, but just... Mom. Her chest rose and fell with the soft, steady rhythm of deep sleep. He reached out, his fingers trembling, and when they made contact with her arm, it wasn't cold, but warm and pulsing. The sickly green was gone, replaced by the peachy tone he knew from childhood. She was cured.

His eyes traveled down to her massive, bare breast right next to his head, a warm, soft mountain of flesh. A wave of pure, exciting joy washed over him. It was a miracle. A dream come true. He didn't hesitate. With a triumphant whoop, he dove face-first into the valley of her cleavage, motorboating with the giddy excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. Mmmph-Mmmph! he cheered into her soft skin, his hands coming up to fondle the incredible weight of her M-cup breasts. He was still alive! This was the best day of his life. 

But after a few minutes of heaven, a familiar sensation drew him away. The post-nut-clarity. He pulled away, panting, and looked down. His cock was still hard and a mess. It was covered in a thick, sticky sheen of his own cum, mixed with something else... His eyes followed the single, glistening strand that connected his tip to his mom's pussy, which was peeking out from the torn ruin of her nightgown. Her cunt was oozing with his cum, a thick steady river of it flowed from her and onto the sheets.

It finally clicked. The moan. The bouncing. The heat.

Oh my god, I fucked mom. Hell yeah! Take that dad!

Brock grinned and scrambled over the side of the bed. He fished out a locked metal box containing his: his Ultra-Secret, Not-Girly-At-All Diary. He flipped to the bucket list and wrote:

"MAJOR LIFE GOAL REACHED: FUCKING MOM AND LOSING MY VIRGINITY. TAKE THAT DAD, I’M GONNA MAKE HER ADDICTED TO MY COCK!"

He was so consumed by his triumphant entry that he didn't hear the low guttural groan behind him. He didn't see the shadow fall over him. A cold, dead hand grabbed his shoulder, and Brock let out a high-pitched squeal of pure terror.

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He looked up into the face of his mother, Brenda. There was no violence in her eyes, only a soul-deep horror as she stared at her own hands. "Brock! Oh my god, what was I about to do to my poor baby?" she cried, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug, smothering his face against her chest and surrounding him with the soft, overwhelming weight of her ample breasts.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Brock said, his voice muffled against her skin as he shamelessly nuzzled deeper into her cleavage, melting into her warmth. "But... do you remember anything?"

Brenda's shuddering calmed, and she placed a soft, trembling kiss on his head. "Only... only that I had to get in here to eat my sweet little bear," she whispered, her voice cracking. A deep, burning blush spread across her cheeks as the memories flooded back, every depraved confession, every detail he'd whispered, including the part about her stolen underwear. 

Brock pulled away, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his face as he rose to his feet. He puffed out his chest. "Well, I saved you, Mom. With my cock." He looked her naked body up and down, his gaze possessive. "I guess that makes me the man-of-the-house now."

Brenda gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "I... I thought that was my imagination." Her eyes drifted down, past his stomach, and landed on his huge semi-erect cock. Her eyes widened even further. It wasn't just big; it was a monster.

That's when Beatrix, with a feral snarl, burst through the bedroom doorway. She lunged, but her foot slipped on a discarded t-shirt, sending her tumbling forward. Her mouth opened in a zombie snarl as she fell, and instead of biting his thigh, she impaled her face directly onto his massive cock, taking a third of it down her throat in one go. 

AHHHHHH! “MY DICK! SHE'S GONNA BITE IT OFF! HOW AM I GONNA FUCK MOM AGAIN!" Brock shrieked in terror. 

SHLURRP-GRK-GLURRK 

But the bite never came. Instead, a strange sound filled the room. It started as a wet, choking noise, then transformed into a low, rhythmic gurgle. Brock's shrieks of terror began to melt into guttural moans. His hands, which had been raised in defense, slowly came to rest on the back of his sister's head. His eyes rolled back into his head.

Brenda crept forward in horrified disbelief, pressing her massive, soft breasts firmly against his back. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she leaned her head over, her cheek touching his, trying to make sense of the sight. Her warm breath tickled his ear as she stared, utterly confused. Her sweet Beatrix, her zombie daughter... she was deepthroating her brother. And from this close, she could see everything: the way her daughter's throat bulged and worked around his shaft, the blissful look on her son's face, the impossible size of him stretching her esophagus. 

GURRG-GURRG-GLUP-PLOP

The sound of the final pop echoed in the sudden silence. Brock's eyes, which had been rolled back in bliss, slowly focused. He looked down at his sister, who was smiling a vacant, blissful smile before slumping sideways onto the floor, asleep and cured. A wave of triumph washed over him. He had done it again. He then felt a presence at his side, a familiar warmth and the soft tickle of breath on his ear. 

He turned his head to see his mom, Brenda. Her expression was of awe, a raw, undisguised hunger that had nothing to do with brains. But everything to do with big-dicks. She had seen her daughter take a horse size cock down her throat and drink a copious amount of his cum, and she wanted next. 

As Beatrix slumped to the floor, Brenda's hand shot out, completely ignoring her daughter, to wrap her fingers around the massive, glistening girth of his shaft. Her fingers couldn't even meet. She leaned in, kissed his cheek, and her hungry whisper. "I hear you fantasize about me, Brock. Show mommy what you do to me." 

A slow, lazy grin spread across his face. He didn't answer with words. He spun his mom around, gripping her wide hips, and bent her over the side of his bed. She spread her legs apart with eager anticipation, reaching between her thighs to guide his massive cock inside. He was already rock-hard again. He lined the slick head up with her entrance as she stroked the tip, her own hips rocking back, desperate for him. 

He was about to ruin his mother when a new sensation made him freeze. A warm, wet pressure was bathing his balls. He looked down. Beatrix was awake, her eyes clear and full of adoration. She was lovingly kissing and sucking his testicles, her tongue swirling in a way that made his entire body clench and a fresh drop of pre-cum bead on the tip of his cock. 

Brenda looked back over her shoulder, a devious smile on her face. "What's the matter, Brocky? Scared of Mommy's pussy?" she purred, reaching back to spread her cheeks wide, exposing her slick entrance as she wiggled her ass.

That was all the invitation Brock needed. With a guttural groan, he slammed deep, burying every inch of his monstrous cock in his mother's hungry cunt. He began a hard, pounding that shook the entire bed. He gripped her love-handles, his fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh of her waist, and watched her humongous ass rippled with every powerful thrust, then clenched tight as if to keep him from pulling back. 

PLOP-PLOP-PLOP

The sight, the feel, the sheer reality of it all was too much. He was a virgin, after all. With a loud, desperate cry, he slammed in one last time and emptied himself inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

Brock pulled out, his cock still rock-hard and glistening with their combined fluids. Before Brenda could even catch her breath, Beatrix was there, her eager mouth sealing over his tip, sucking away the last drops of his cum. Brock let out a groan, then, with a swift, decisive movement, he pulled free from his sister's lips and slammed back into his mother's waiting cunt. He leaned over her, his voice a low growl against her ear.

"I'm only getting started."

Brenda screamed, a mix of shock and pure ecstasy, as he immediately set a punishing pace. Beatrix mewled. "Soooo, what about dad?"

Brenda was lost in a haze of pleasure, her son's thick cock stretching her in ways she'd never imagined. Between moans, she managed to gasp out, "Yeah... him?" Then, as a particularly hard thrust made her eyes roll back, he panted the final, definitive words. 

"Sorry Mom, but I'm not saving Dad."

CW: Added a dubcon tag as the woman is surprised by the additional men but does consent to it

Link to Part 1: The Visitor [M40s/F30s] [gentle dom] [praise] [straight] [oral] [anal] : r/EroticWriting

Connie awoke to a cock being pressed against her lips. It took her a moment to remember where she was and whose cock it was. Rick, she thought to herself as she opened her mouth and took his member inside of her. It tasted funny, but then she remembered he’d fucked her pussy and her ass the night before, he must not have showered yet. She looked up into his cool blue eyes as he slid more of himself into her willing mouth. Gagging on his dick, she did her best to take it all; Rick was the perfect man for her and she knew she only had a couple of nights with him.

Her pussy dampened as he patted her head and said, “Good girl.” She bobbed up and down faster and harder, the wet sounds of oral sex filling the room. Connie got more into it, positioning herself so she could cup his balls as she sucked his member. Working her tongue over the head and shaft as she took every inch of him into her mouth she relished his moans and gasps.

Rick started thrusting his hips, plunging his cock as deep into Connie’s mouth as it would go. He had woken up next to her, aching and rock hard. Seeing her beautiful nude body next to his he couldn’t help but have some fun before work, he didn’t have a lot of time so a face fuck was on the menu for breakfast. It would have to do for now, he knew they’d have more fun tonight. Her talented tongue combined with his fucking caused him to cum quicker than he had expected; he didn’t warn her but simply grunted as he filled her mouth with cum.

Connie gagged as his cum flooded her mouth; the now familiar salty taste turning her on even more. She wanted, needed him to fuck her. Swallowing as quickly as she could, she managed to take it all without spilling a single drop. 

Rick smiled down at her and she felt herself blush, “I have to shower head to the office,” he told her, “I left a copy of the room key for you and if you want to stay for a while and order room service, feel free.” Connie felt a slight sense of disappointment that all he wanted was a blow job. Seeing the look on her face, Rick smiled, “I’ll be back by 5, and I expect you to be here. I’ll have some… surprises.” He leaned in and gave Connie a kiss, he could taste the remnants of his own cum on her lips.

***

Connie enjoyed the free room service before heading to her own job at a coffee shop downtown, not far from the hotel. The entire day all she could think about was Rick; the way he felt, the way he smelled, the way he tasted. Her pussy was damp her whole shift; she even spent part of her lunch break on the toilet stroking herself to a light orgasm. She texted a picture of the mess she’d made to Rick, only for him to reply, Naughty girl, you’re going to need to be punished for that. The words made her want to masturbate again, but she knew she had to save herself.

After work, she walked to the hotel Rick was staying at; it was only 10 minutes from her work. She arrived in the lobby a few minutes before 5, but waited until her phone read 4:59 before heading up to his room. As the elevator doors opened and she walked towards his room, she felt nervous again; she deeply wanted him but worried about what her punishment might be.

Pressing the keycard against the lock, it beeped and turned green and she entered his hotel room once more. Rick stood by the bed, smartly dressed in a polo shirt, sports coat, and black jeans; Connie was disappointed he wasn’t naked. She noticed that the bed now had restraints attached to each of the four bed posts and Rick was holding a blindfold. “Strip, slut.” He ordered her.

Connie obeyed, pulling off the loose fitting white shirt revealing her sensible grey bra which she unhooked and dropped to the floor, allowing her large tits to drop free from the restraint. They sagged slightly and Connie could see Rick lick his lips as she started to pull down her black pants. She had taken her panties off earlier when she masturbated and hadn’t put them back on, so her pussy was on full display as she kicked her pants off her legs. 

“On your hands and knees,” Rick ordered as soon as she was naked. Connie got on the bed and Rick strapped her wrists and ankles to the bed, leaving her vulnerable and on display. Then the world went dark as he tied the blindfold around her eyes. The straps were padded and comfortable despite restricting her movement. As she sat there, prone and on display, Rick started caressing and kneading her pale, round ass.

“How was your day?” He asked as casually as if they were colleagues meeting in a break room instead of virtual strangers with her tied up in a hotel room.

G…good,” she gasped, moaning slightly as he spread her ass cheeks, “It was slow at the coffee shop today.”

Leaning in close, he enjoyed the scent of her desire, but resisted the urge to lick her; that would come later. “I’m glad,” he said before suddenly getting off the bed, “Well, I have to meet a couple of clients for drinks down in the lobby, I’ll be back later.”

“Wh… what?” Connie gasped, realizing he intended to leave her here alone all tied up.

“Don’t worry,” he replied, she could hear the smugness in his voice, “I’ll be back soon and I’ll leave you some company.”

Wondering what he meant, Connie heard a low buzz and felt a vibrator enter her soaking pussy. “AHHHHHH!” She cried out. Rick held the u-shaped WeVibe for a moment, making sure it would stay in place. He had set it on its lowest setting which would tease her, but hopefully not cause too many orgasms. Connie heard the door close as he left, the feeling of the small vibrator on her clit causing her to pant and moan.

She didn’t really know how long Rick had been gone for when she heard the sound of the door opening and she was a quivering, soaking mess. The vibrator had brought her to an orgasm at one point, but slipped out afterwards and teased her by buzzing uselessly on the bed. “Rick, please I need cock!” Connie cried out into the void around her.

“You’re a cock hungry slut, aren’t you?” He replied, asking her a question to which he already knew the answer.

“Yes!” She cried, “I need to be fucked!”

“Beg, beg for any cock to fuck you.” He commanded.

“Please,” she said, her body quivering, “I need to be fucked, any one right now, I’m so desperate and needy.” 

She heard the sound of a belt and pants falling to the ground and felt the weight of Rick getting on the bed behind her. Wiggling her ass, she was inviting him to fuck her, his strong hands grasped her hips and thrusted in; filling her in one motion. “AHHHHHH!” She cried out, he felt different than the times they had fucked last night but she couldn’t tell why. Maybe a little smaller? Maybe the drinks weakened his erection? Whatever the difference she didn’t care, she had a cock inside of her and that’s all she needed at the moment.

He started thrusting, short, deep strokes, barely pulling out before thrusting back in. His hands caressed and kneaded her ass, spreading her cheeks as he fucked her. “Ohhhh yessss,” she hissed as her pussy flooded, coating his cock with her juices. The feeling of him being inside of her made her convulse, thrashing against the restraints which held her in place. He started fucking her harder, her ass jiggling with every thrust inside. 

“Oh god, oh god, yes fuck my slutty cunt!” Connie cried out, her heavy tits swaying with every jab of his cock into her. “I’m… I’m… AHHHHHHHHH!” She cried out as she came again, her pussy gripping the cock causing him to explode inside of her.

“You’re right Rick, she is a hot piece of ass,” a strange voice called out as a hand slapped her ass.

“What… what’s going on, where’s Rick?” Connie asked in a panic, he was here before.

“It’s okay, I’m right here.” She felt his hand pat her head, comforting her, “Remember that fantasy we had about me bringing friends over to fuck you?” Connie nodded, listening, “Well, when I told my friends here that I had to leave drinks to go back to my room they asked why and I invited them up.”

“B… but I didn’t know,” Connie cried out in the dark, blindfold still covering her eyes.

“Shhhh,” Rick said and patted her head again, “You had fun, didn’t you? This is something you’ve always wanted, always craved.”

Connie thought for a moment, she did love it, and knowing it was a stranger was causing a tingling sensation deep in her loins. Seeing her reaction, Rick continued, “Now, would you like my other friend to have a turn? Or should I send them away?”

Connie could only nod, her needy little pussy wanted more. She felt the other man climb on top of the bed behind her and slowly fill her; his friend’s cum acting as lube as his cock stretched her. This man felt slightly bigger than Rick, almost but not quite uncomfortably so. 

“AHHHHHH,” She gasped loudly as the man started slowly rocking back and forth, letting her stretch to accommodate him. She felt a sting as his hand came down hard on her ass, he was being gentle with her cunt but hard on her ass.

Knowing that Rick’s ruse was over, the man’s deep voice talked dirty to her as he worked her pussy. “Mmmm, been a while since I had a whore this tight,” He laughed as he started really fucking her.

“I’m… not… a… whore!” Connie gasped as he worked her tight cunt, but the man’s crude talk was turning her on even more and he knew it.

Reaching over, he grabbed her hair and pulled on it as he fucked her, “That’s right, you’re a slut who’s not getting paid for this.”

She gasped and moaned as his thrusting got more and more intense; her pussy barely able to handle it after her previous orgasms. The pleasure was overwhelming as the stranger mauled her ass and took her pussy. “Such a tight cunt,” he moaned, “Damn girl.”

“Own my little pussy!” She cried out, “Fuuuuuuuck!” She felt the man lean over her, reach around and grab her tits, pinching her nipples. Being used like this felt so good, she had never even come close to this fantasy and now it was coming true and she couldn’t help but cum once more. “AHHHHHHHH!” She cried, “P… please stop!” Her pussy was overwhelmed from the multiple orgasms and teasing she’d endured. 

The man pulled out and she heard the telltale sounds of someone jerking their hard cock. “Yes, cum for me,” she said, “Cum all over my ass!” A moment later she was rewarded by feeling globs of his warm cum coat her ass. She quivered in place and collapsed to the mattress, moments later she felt her restraints being untied and the blindfold taken off. She saw Rick’s smiling face as well as the two men who were with him; one was a younger Asian man, lean body, handsome face with short cropped black hair, the other was another white man, maybe a little older than Rick with slightly long gray hair and a goatee. Both of their soft cocks were slick with her juices and their cum.

Leaning in, Rick kissed her deeply on the lips, before whispering, “You did great.” 

Connie gave him a smile, “Thanks, sir.”

“Think you can clean them up before they go?” Rick asked.

Connie got off the bed and approached the men, smiling at them. Dropping to her knees, she took the Asian man’s uncut cock into her mouth first, he stiffened and filled her mouth as she sucked her juices off of him. The man definitely broke any stereotypes she might have had about Asian men, as he was clearly the largest of the three. “Oh yes, suck my cock girl.” He moaned as she worked her mouth up and down him.

Reaching over, she stroked the other man’s slippery cock; the cum coating her hand as he, too, stiffened for her. She moaned around the stranger’s dick, realizing she still didn’t know anyone’s name except Rick as she worked the two men back into erection. Taking her mouth off of the Asian man’s cock with a loud pop, she moved to the other man, whose slightly smaller circumcised cock she easily took into her mouth. It tasted different, she realized, because this man had cum inside of her, she was tasting both of them. She stroked the other cock while she sucked off this one, her tongue swirling around the head of his penis.

After a few minutes, she pulled her mouth off of him, and leaned back, bearing her tits in their direction. Gripping both cocks, she stroked them, “Come on boys, cover my big tits!” The men moaned and grunted as she jerked them off, their second orgasms of the night approaching. The Asian man came first, shooting his cum all over Connie’s chest, much as he had covered her ass earlier. Thick globs of white cum dripped off of her body onto the hotel’s carpeted floor. With one down, she put her mouth back on the other’s cock, bobbing up and down furiously almost demanding he cum for her. 

“Mmmmm yessss,” he moaned and she felt his cum start to fill her mouth; she gulped and swallowed, the load was manageable and she got it all down without making a mess before collapsing back on her ass on the floor. She giggled as Rick approached her with a wet cloth to clean herself. As she wiped up, the two men got dressed and he escorted them to the door. Connie went to the bed and collapsed on it, laying on her back, sore and satisfied; that’s when she noticed Rick approaching, having stripped himself down.

“Baby, my pussy is so sore.” Connie said with a sigh.

“What about your ass?” Rick said with a smile.

Lifting her legs, she replied, “All yours.”

Approaching the bed, Rick hooked Connie’s legs onto his shoulders and pressed the throbbing head of his cock against her puckered asshole. “Ahhhhhh, fuck.” She gasped as she felt his cock head stretch her ass and press into her rear channel. Staring up at him, she saw the look of gentle determination as he slowly pressed himself inside of her; she had never been ass fucked in missionary before, it made things feel romantic. 

“Good girl,” he comforted her as she took every inch of him inside of her, “You’re my little butt slut aren’t you?”

“Ahhhhhh, yes sir.” She quietly moaned.

He slowly started withdrawing his cock until only the head remained, then slowly pushed back in. Rick knew he wouldn’t last long, seeing Connie get fucked by his two clients had him aching, so going slow was not just to go easy on her but to help him last. He found a rhythm; slow strokes out followed by quick ones into her ass, making her curvy body jiggle each time he filled her. 

Connie thrashed about under him, moaning and gasping, “Oooooooh sirrrrrr, you feel so good in my ass!”

Rick reached down and strummed her clit with his thumb as he fucked her ass; making her moan even harder. Despite being sore and exhausted, Connie felt one last orgasm welling up in her body. “Ohhhhh goddddddd!” She cried out, “I’m cummmmmiiiinnnggggg!” Her body convulsed and thrashed as she came one last time; as she came she felt the flood of Rick’s hot cum filling her asshole and felt satisfied that she was able to get him off.

Rick collapsed on the bed next to Connie and grabbed her, pulling her body tight to his. She moaned weakly as he did so, loving the feel of being wrapped in his arms. They held each other close as Rick planted gentle kisses along her neck before whispering, “You did so good.”

Connie smiled and started drifting off to sleep, slightly saddened that they only had one more night together…

The End

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